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Authors: Alessandra Hazard
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as Rutledge thrust in and out, fucking him in earnest now. It still hurt, but Shawn could only concentrate on the intense, maddening pleasure building up inside of him. He was aching all over, need pumping in him as Rutledge’s cock buried deep in him, but not deep enough, never enough, and it was good, so good, so very good—
Tossing his head back, Shawn bit his lip as Rutledge practically bent him in half, directing his cock at an angle that made Shawn whimper.
Rutledge leaned down and started kissing him in time with his thrusts, his tongue delving deeply, and all Shawn could do was hold on and ride with the storm. He completely lost track of time, his whole world narrowing to Rutledge— Derek —his hot mouth, his cock, his hands roaming all over Shawn’s body. Shawn wasn’t even speaking anymore, just taking it and moaning. His hole was twitching around Rutledge’s cock as Rutledge pounded into him without restraint, kissing and biting Shawn’s neck and shoulders. Shawn’s dick was near bursting and he tried to touch himself, but Rutledge didn’t let him.
Shawn could feel his belly tightening, feel his hole begin to pulse, throbbing down around the hard cock that continued to fuck him, never letting up, taking his breath and his sanity and his inhibitions.
Shawn groaned, digging his fingers into Rutledge’s shoulders. “I can’t—”
“You can.” Rutledge gave a brutal thrust against Shawn’s prostate, his fingers gripping Shawn’s hips painfully. “Come on.”
And Shawn came, his body shuddering as his orgasm ripped through him.
Rutledge slammed into him a few times before groaning and going very still on top of him.
Shawn lay limply under him, his breathing still erratic, his body quivering in aftershocks.
He felt himself drift off to sleep, feeling warm, good and satisfied.
Chapter 11
When Shawn woke up, he was alone. Judging by the sunlight coming through the window, it was about eight in the morning.
Yawning, he sat up and stretched, trying to gather his thoughts.
Last night’s events seemed bizarre and surreal. If his body didn’t ache and his ass didn’t hurt, he would have thought it was just a dream.
But it wasn’t a dream.
He’d had real sex with Rutledge. He’d had Rutledge’s dick in him.
Licking his lips, Shawn climbed out of the bed, wincing a bit as the movement sent a fresh wave of dull pain through his ass, and walked to the mirror.
He was covered in bruises.
Shawn stared at the finger-shaped bruises on his hips and thighs and tried to decide whether he was freaking out or not. He was, a bit, but not because of the whole gay thing. Sure, he had never expected to have sex with a man, but gay sex in itself didn’t bother him that much—at least not to the point of panicking and being hysterical. His parents were gone, and his best friend was bi, so there was no one to judge him—no one he cared about.
What did bother Shawn was the fact that he’d had sex with Rutledge. It wasn’t in the deal. Sure, Rutledge had been pretty bossy and determined to fuck him, but Shawn could have easily refused. Could have easily stopped him. But he hadn’t. That freaked him out.
Not to mention the intensity of sex had been almost scary. Scary good.
Biting his lip, Shawn ran a finger over the bruise on his hip. His skin tingled.
The bathroom door suddenly opened, and Shawn jumped a little.
Rutledge stepped out of the bathroom, buttoning up his shirt. He came to a halt at the sight of Shawn, and Shawn had to suppress the urge to cover himself with his hands. He forced his body to relax, telling himself not to be ridiculous. He had nothing Rutledge hadn’t seen already last night.
Something flashed across Rutledge’s face before it closed off, his features becoming hard and distant. “How much do you want?”
“What?”
“How much do you want for last night?”
Shawn sucked in a sharp breath. “How much do I want?” he repeated.
Rutledge
Tossing his head back, Shawn bit his lip as Rutledge practically bent him in half, directing his cock at an angle that made Shawn whimper.
Rutledge leaned down and started kissing him in time with his thrusts, his tongue delving deeply, and all Shawn could do was hold on and ride with the storm. He completely lost track of time, his whole world narrowing to Rutledge— Derek —his hot mouth, his cock, his hands roaming all over Shawn’s body. Shawn wasn’t even speaking anymore, just taking it and moaning. His hole was twitching around Rutledge’s cock as Rutledge pounded into him without restraint, kissing and biting Shawn’s neck and shoulders. Shawn’s dick was near bursting and he tried to touch himself, but Rutledge didn’t let him.
Shawn could feel his belly tightening, feel his hole begin to pulse, throbbing down around the hard cock that continued to fuck him, never letting up, taking his breath and his sanity and his inhibitions.
Shawn groaned, digging his fingers into Rutledge’s shoulders. “I can’t—”
“You can.” Rutledge gave a brutal thrust against Shawn’s prostate, his fingers gripping Shawn’s hips painfully. “Come on.”
And Shawn came, his body shuddering as his orgasm ripped through him.
Rutledge slammed into him a few times before groaning and going very still on top of him.
Shawn lay limply under him, his breathing still erratic, his body quivering in aftershocks.
He felt himself drift off to sleep, feeling warm, good and satisfied.
Chapter 11
When Shawn woke up, he was alone. Judging by the sunlight coming through the window, it was about eight in the morning.
Yawning, he sat up and stretched, trying to gather his thoughts.
Last night’s events seemed bizarre and surreal. If his body didn’t ache and his ass didn’t hurt, he would have thought it was just a dream.
But it wasn’t a dream.
He’d had real sex with Rutledge. He’d had Rutledge’s dick in him.
Licking his lips, Shawn climbed out of the bed, wincing a bit as the movement sent a fresh wave of dull pain through his ass, and walked to the mirror.
He was covered in bruises.
Shawn stared at the finger-shaped bruises on his hips and thighs and tried to decide whether he was freaking out or not. He was, a bit, but not because of the whole gay thing. Sure, he had never expected to have sex with a man, but gay sex in itself didn’t bother him that much—at least not to the point of panicking and being hysterical. His parents were gone, and his best friend was bi, so there was no one to judge him—no one he cared about.
What did bother Shawn was the fact that he’d had sex with Rutledge. It wasn’t in the deal. Sure, Rutledge had been pretty bossy and determined to fuck him, but Shawn could have easily refused. Could have easily stopped him. But he hadn’t. That freaked him out.
Not to mention the intensity of sex had been almost scary. Scary good.
Biting his lip, Shawn ran a finger over the bruise on his hip. His skin tingled.
The bathroom door suddenly opened, and Shawn jumped a little.
Rutledge stepped out of the bathroom, buttoning up his shirt. He came to a halt at the sight of Shawn, and Shawn had to suppress the urge to cover himself with his hands. He forced his body to relax, telling himself not to be ridiculous. He had nothing Rutledge hadn’t seen already last night.
Something flashed across Rutledge’s face before it closed off, his features becoming hard and distant. “How much do you want?”
“What?”
“How much do you want for last night?”
Shawn sucked in a sharp breath. “How much do I want?” he repeated.
Rutledge
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